Disclaimer: don't own Mai HiME wished i owned Haruka.
A/N: Some people might have a little problem with what I have done with the characters so I invite them to email me about it rather than flame me. I don't expect this story to offend anyone but I know how crazy us HiME fans can get if our OTPs are messed with.
She was riding along the cliff tops over looking the sea. The rain pelted down in hard sheets each drop becoming a mini attack which hit with vicious accuracy on her leather covered frame. Her motorcycle gloves slipped on the handle bars and her bike roared as it spead up the winding path. She cared enough about her self preservation to steady the bike as the road twisted sharply, she managed to avoid both the railings and cliff walls to continue on at her break neck speed.
At this very moment in time Natsuki didn't really care if she lived or not. It had all been a lie.
"I'm leaving tonight...for Kyoto."
"But you said you would stay."
"I didn't think Natsuki would make it so hard to do so."
"So this is my fault? Your leaving me because of me?!"
"I wasn't aware I had a Natsuki to leave."
It wasn't fair. Shizuru had promised to wait for her, she knew how uncomfortable she was with emotional matters she should have did as she promised! She tossed her head angrily the water on the visor of the helmet swerved to the left compromising her sight even more.
"You know how I feel..."
"No I have no idea how Natsuki feels!" for the first time she heard the Kyoto accent sound angry. The look Shizuru was giving her was of extreme frustration, "Natsuki bounces back and forth between love and shame and I-" it took visible effort on Shizuru's part to regain control of her voice. Soon the pleasant vacant smile was back in place "its only for a few months. I shall visit as often as time allows."
The suitcase closed with a final click. Shizuru pick up the case and the door closed with an air of finality. And Natsuki let her.
She wasn't going to let it end this way. She was going to the airport to...she didn't know if she wanted to slap the other girl for leaving or kiss her to make her stay. She thought of kissing Shizuru, she hadn't thought of anything else since the festival. Still her stomach churned with desire but what ever desire there was fear drowned it out.
So she had issues couldn't Shizuru understand that?
She sped up even more her bike pushing the engine to its limits. There was a car up ahead and unwilling to slow down she moved into the other lane. It was unfortunate that at that same time an oil truck was eating up road trying to make it to its appointed stop ahead of schedule so that Kenji, the driver, Kenji, could get out of this god awful rain he had been driving in for six hours straight. He just wanted a nice, warm, meal and to crawl into a bed that wasn't the camper cot in the back of his big-rig truck. Neither Natsuki or Kenji got what they wanted as the crazed motorcyclist came from no where directly ahead of him. Kenji let out a startled yell and pulled hard on the steering wheel in attempt to avoid the biker.
The giant truck swerved to the left straight into the car that Natsuki had been trying to over take. The truck went down like a huge leviathan. The oil chamber exploded all over the road and sparks cause by the frantic swerving of the vehicles proved at the incendiary needed for the road to roar up in flames. Natsuki had had enough time to pull her bike into the sharpest turn ever attempted just as the truck crashed into the car. The resulting cascade of oil soaked the road turning Natsuki's dare devil swerve into a very dangerous skid towards the railings of the road. The truck being so long managed to not only take up the road but break the railings and dangle half off the edge of the cliff. It hung their precariously as Kenji in the cab of the truck sat afraid to move.
Izzy Nakamura had taken his wife and two sons on a spontaneous holiday. His wife had always wanted him to be more daring. They had a lovely time shopping and touring the city when on their way back the first drop of rain had hit. And it hit with a vengeance, it was like the heavens were back paying them all the rain they had missed during the week. The rain and the truck crashing into the tail end of there car had been the only real sour point of the journey.
Mr Nakamura was a smart man, more than that, he was a smart physics teacher. He took in the trucks positioning and knew straight away that it had managed to land exactly on its axis and one small push, like his car door hitting it as it opened, would send the truck careening over the cliff into the abyss. The truck driver, Kenji, must have known this too because he pleaded with his eyes for the other man to stay where he was. But all Mr Nakamura could hear was the screams of his son's in the back of the car and all he could see was his wife's unconscious form beside him and the flames that were roaring to meet him. He flung his car door open to get to his crying children. The door impacted with the trucks cab with a dull thunk the force of the collision echoed all the way down the back of the metal beast and giving gravity enough sway to claim the truck as its own. The trucks side scratched along the concrete of the road causing further sparks to dance in the air and with an ear piercing screech the massive leviathan went over the edge taking with it the biker who had been caught in the trucks pull.